"You must have had a weird dream," mom says. I sign. It was all just a dream.
"Yeah, I guess," I mumble, suddenly in a bad mood.
Mom and I get into the car, and she drops me off at my new school. I say goodbye, and walk inside to the office. I open the doors to the office, and walk inside. "Hi, my name is Samantha Meyers. I'm new here and need to pick up my schedule," I say.
"Yes, hello. Here is your schedule with a list of your classes and room numbers, and your locker number is on there as well," the man sitting at the desk says, hanging me a piece of paper.
"Thank you," I say, grabbing the papers, and walking out of the room. I start walking, looking down at my schedule turning a corner, when I accidentally bump into someone, causing me to drop my schedule, and the person falling onto the ground.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," I start to say, as the person I bumped in to picks up my schedule. It's a boy, with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He's wearing a white shirt, black jeans, and black converse.
"It's okay, don't worry about it," he laughs, "Are you new?"
"Yes, sorry. I'm Samantha, Samantha Meyers. I just moved here from Minnesota," I say, as he hands me my schedule.
"Honestly, it's no big deal. I'm not hurt so it's all good," he laughs," My name is Chance."
